The boisterous thirteen year old hops up out of her chair and comes over to give Reynard a hug round the middle. No care for the smell of work, dirt, or drink that clings to him. She's smelled worse, let's be real.

"I gotsta finish up an order of mothahumpin bombs before Lilith comes back tonight, so I better scoot. You let me know when yas wants to come over for tea. I will make sure only my most prominent guests are in attendance."